The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1887-12-24
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In this our age of printers ink,
IT'S books that show us how to think
The rule reversed and set at naught,
That held that books were born of thought;
We form our minds by pedants' rules;
And all we know, is from the schools;
And when we work, or when we play,
We do 1t in ordered way
And Natures self pronounce ban on
Whene'cr she dares transgress canon.
Untrammeled thus, the simple race is,
That works the craps on cotton-places!
Original in act and thought,
Because unlearned and untaught,
Observe them at their Christmas party.
How unrestrained their mfrth-how hearty
How many things they say and do,
That never would occur to youi
See Brudder Brown--whose saving grace
Would sanctify quarter trace
Out on the crowded floor advance,
To "beg blessin on dis dance"
Mahsrl let dis gath'rn fin blessin' inyo' sight
Don't jedge us hard for what we does-you knows
it's Chrismus night
An all de balunee OBJ de yeah, does as rights we
Eff dancins wrong-oh, Mahsr! letde time excuse de
sin
We labors in de vineyad-workin' hard, an workin'
true
Now, shorely you wont notus. eff we eats grape or
two,
An takes leetle holiday-a leete restin' spell
Bekase, mex week. well start in fresh. an labor
twice as well.
Remember Mahsr-min' dis, now-de sinfulness OBJ
Is pendn pom de sperrit what we goes an does it
in:
An in righchis frame OBJ min ives gwine to dance
and sing;
Affecting like King David, when he cut de pigeon
wing.
1t seems to me-indeed it dol mebbe mout be
wrong
That people rally ought to dance, when chrismus
comes along;
Dey dance bekase deys happy-like de birds hopsin
de trees;
De pine-top fiddle soundin' to be bowin OBJ de breeze
We has no ark to dance afore, like Isruls prophet
king;
We has no harp to SCUM de chords to holp out to
sing;
But cordin to de gif's we has we docs de bes' we
knows
An folks don't spise de vtlet-aow'r bekase it amt
de rose.
You bless us; please sab, eben eff Yves doing wrong
tonight;
Kase den wen need de blessin more'n eff ives doin'
right
An let de blessin, stay wild u.s. untell we come to die
An goes to keep our Chrsmus wild dem sheriffs in
de sky
Yes tell dem preshis anjus ives a-gwine to jine em
soon:
Our voices ives atrainin for to sing de glory tune
Yves ready when you wants US, an it aint no matter
when
O Mahsr call yo chillen soon. an take 'em home !
Amen.
The reverend man is scarcely through,
When all the noise begins anew,
And with such force assaults the ears,
That through the din one hardly hears
Old Fiddling Josey sound his A.
Correct the pitch--begin to play
Stop satisied-then with the bow,
Rap out the signal dancers know;
Gil go pdrdners, JLst ktcdhHi0R!
Stomp yo feet, an raise EN- high;
Tune is: 'oh dat water-milion
Gwine to git to home bime-bye."
SLUT 20 pdrdRers !-scrape perlitely-
Don't be bumpin gin de res
Balance aH!-nOw, step out rightly;
Alluz dance yo' lebbel bes'.
Fotcd'd Jodh !-whoop up niggers!
Back dg'in don't be so slow
Surfing cornaLs min de fggers:
When hollers den yo go.
Top ladies cross ober!
Iol' on, till l takes dram
Ge1Rmen solo yes. Use sober
KANT say how de fiddle am
Hands drouadi-hor up yo' faces
Don't be lookin' at yo feet
String go pardners 10 20 ptaeesl
OATS de way-dat's hard to beat.
Sides joqo'd when you's ready
Make bow as lows you KIM
Stcing acrost rid opp site lady!
Now we'll let you swap agin;
Ladies change i-shet up dat talkin;
Do 20 talkin' arter while
Riqla an Lef' don't want no walkin-
Make yo steps, an show yo' stSlel
And so the 'set" proeeeds-its length
Determined by the dancers strength:
And all agree to yield the palm
For grace and skill. to "Georgy Sam"
Who stamps so hard and leaps so high,
"Des watch him" is the wondering cry
''De niger mus be, for a fac.
Own cousin TO a jumpin' jackr'
on, on, the restless fiddle sounds
Still ehorused by the curs and bounds
Dance after dance succeeding fast.
Till SUPPER is announced at last.
That scene-but why attempt to show 1t!
The most inventive modern poet.
In fine new words whose hope and trust Is
Could form no phrase to do it justice.
When supper ends-that is not soon
The fiddle strikes the same old tune;
The dancers pound the floor again,
With all they have of might ald main;
Old gossips almost turning pale,
Attend Aunt Cassy's gruesome tails
or conjurors. and ghosts aud devils,
That in the smoke-house hold their reyels;
Each drowsy baby DROPS his heal,
Yet scorns the very thought of bed
So wears the night; and wears so fast.
All wonder when they find it passed.
And hear the signal sound, TO go.
From what few cocks are left to crow.
Then. one and all, you hear them shout:
'Hi Booker! fotch de banjo out,
An glib song fore goes
One OBJ de berry bes' you knowsr'
Responding To the welcome call,
He takes the banjo from the wall,
And tunes the strings with skill and care
Then strikes them with masters air;
And tells, in melody and rhyme,
This legend ofthe olden time:
Go way, fiddle folks is tired O. hearing you a.
squawkin'.
Keep silence fur yo beters-dont you heah de banjo
talkin'9
About dc postum tail gne to leeter--ladie..
listen-
About de ha'r what isn't dar. an why de ha'r is
missn:
Oars gwine to be a OvaraOw." said Noah. looEin'
solemn
For Noah tux the Herald" an he read de ribber
column
An so he sot his hands to work crarin' timber
patches
An lowed he's gwine to build a boat to beat de
steamah eNatchez."
OF Noah KEEP a-railin', an a-chippin', an a-sawin;
An all de wicked neighbors KEEP a-laughin' an a
pshawin';
But Noah didn't min 'em-knowin what was gwine
TO happen:
An forty days an forty nights de rain it KEEP arap
pin.